Being in love, blind,

but don't be blind later on --


It would be the end.

I think love is a blind person
who have acceptance as his legs
trust  as his hands ,
he has biggest heart
and other body parts too.

Nervousness and stupidities
all wander like butterflies
in his inexperienced stomach.
The tongue knows all the taste
whether its aesthetic , pathetic ,pain or agony.
Love knows the most exquisite languages
though he stutters many times .
He always stumble and fell down whenever he feels the weakness in his legs.
Survival gets lil harder
when arthritis touches his hands.

I have seen him getting paralyzed on his own.
Love has love in his heart but sometimes this place also became all cramped
like a flexible balloon .
No wonder I agree
That each body part is equally important
But the mind tell them all which one lacks where
to make it a whole.

He will be there for you always .
Sometimes with strongest trust fist,
bandaids on his heart ,
ready to give the punch mark on faces of those
who dared to give you scars
as if he is telling you
I have taken my lessons to stand still on your side
no matter what crosses my path.

He can't unlove your flaws
they never existed
Or it doesn't matter if they exists
As you know
Love is a blind person!
🖤

People have rightly said
Love is blind
Because
I never saw you coming
Nor I saw you leaving

I held on so tight to the string that was attached to the storm cloud of our relationship. Afraid that if I let go I will not see the sunshine that was once us.

I held on to the smiles of happier times and the looks of love. I held onto the effortlessness of our beginning and the passion in our kiss.

The cloud became heavier and heavier and some helped me to hold on, others begged me to forget.

I found my strength in remembering.

Every red flag that I painted white. All the dreams that died when you left. I remember the wasted time spent on forlorn hope of empty promises.

It took me awhile to realize that I was holding on to a mistake because I took so long to make it, blinded by the fantasy of what we could be. I cannot continue watering a dead plant.

I’m ready to let go of every ‘what if’.
I’m ready to let go for me, for a heart that doesn’t lie and a love I can believe in.

If I was blind I could still see you.
If I had no mind, my thoughts will still think of you.
Without legs I will be chasing you all over town until my arms become dead.
No lips but I will still yearn for your kiss.
Picture me without a face, yet grinning everytime you open your arms for my embrace.
What if I had no hands? I will still hold onto my every plan, to be your perfect man.
One day I will be without a heart; however, loving you like I did from the start.

Now we are living in a new era...
When love developed eyes